Got criminal record, I can't cross state lines
First on the bad list and you're last on mine
Lookin' for a scapegoat, long past due
Walking down the aisle, I'm staring straight at you
I still hear him screaming, «Where do I hide?»
And now he asks and I say, «Hurry inside»
He said, she said and no she don't
Be back before morning, and you know she won't
Well I remember that summer like yesterday
And I remember his mother as he was dragged away
I still hear him screaming, «Where do I hide?»
And now he asks and I say, «Hurry inside»
A whole lot of memories yours and not mine
And now he asks and I say, «Hurry inside»
Got criminal record, I can't cross state lines
First on the bad list and you're last on mine
Lookin' for a scapegoat, long past due
Walking down the aisle, staring straight at you
I still hear him screaming, «Where do I hide?»
And now he asks and I say, «Hurry inside»
A whole lot of memories yours and not mine
And now he asks and I say, «Hurry inside»
Where do I hide?